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[ He's a wanderer! I'm trying to rp him everywhere to help me develop his character. I hope that's alright! ]
"You were a horrible conversationalist as well! As dull as a ball of wet moss!" The yell echoed off the rocks, and chased the retreating figure of a she-cat who simply let out a sharp bark of laughter and kept stalking away. Leaving behind the Siamese cat standing on the peak whose eyes followed the other with a narrowed sort of righteous indignation. The audacity of her, to sneak them away on the pretense of a romantic trip to only leave him on the beautiful peak overlooking the pines. He had risked his tail to sneak into this clans territory and get to this spot. Because she insisted it was the best place; now he half thought she hoped he would get caught and killed here.
He had done nothing to her, of that he was sure. She was simply to sensitive he decided, there should be no reason he shouldn't be able to comment on a tom's beauty. It wasn't like he was going to act on it!
Post by complacentdevil on Feb 5, 2022 22:21:41 GMT -5
The medicine cat had simply been wandering the territory, looking for whatever he could find. He thought back to when he belonged to another clan, sneaking over the border to gather up what catmint he could find before scampering back to his autumnal paradise. Now though, he was the one finding odd cats on his territory. Not that he cared much, no one dared to touch a medicine cat, and especially not one as heavily guarded as those of Winterclan.
When he heard what he could only equate to a sound of anguish bouncing off the cliff face before him he wondered what it could possibly be over. He followed the echo a bit before scenting an odd cat, and called out before even being able to see who he was speaking to, "You okay over there?!"
Fur standing on end in fright, wide eyes whipped around towards the new arrival. He sniffed and identified them as one of the clan cats, who actually lived among these lands. Riddle did not know this tom, and he deeply disliked the other daring to ask if he was as something as fickle as okay. Such a sill question, in his mind no one was ever truly okay; especially not in these sorts of situations.
"I hurt the most when lost, yet also when not had at all. I’m sometimes the hardest to express, but the easiest to ignore. I can be given to many, or just one. What am I?" He responded, the answer would let this tom know all about if Riddle was okay. Love had ruined him more than a few times and this one would be no different. Perhaps he should guard his heart better, perhaps he should not gift it away so easily, but there were so many beautiful charming cats. It would be a shame to miss a chance with the one because he was being selfish.
Post by complacentdevil on Apr 1, 2022 19:35:01 GMT -5
"Thatd be love," answered the pupil rather plainly. Not that he himself knew much about it, other than it hurt just as much as he'd imagine a broken bone would hurt, "And it sounds to me like love's done you in," he sighed, he looked the other cat over from afar, and physically, it seemed like everything was fine. But per usual, most cats that wound up here had something else going on, broken in their gourd. Maybe this one wasnt too different. "I'm Fallingpaw, whats your name?"
"Names are powerful things, you shouldn't just be handing yours out so easily." He responded in turn, but with a pleased lilt. It tickled him how quickly this Fallingpaw had figured out the answer to his riddle. Even if it seemed a mechanical response, an answer due to wits rather than experience which was a little sad. "Besides, my name is about to change soon; I can see it on my horizons."
